But no—a laugh of innocence and joy
Resounds, like music of the fairy race,
And gladly turning from the world's annoy
I gaze upon a little radiant face,
And bless, internally, the merry boy
Who "makes a son-shine in a shady-place."
[THE ELM TREE.]
A DREAM IN THE WOODS.
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees."—As You Like It.